How Could I Accept Such a Humiliating Defeat!!!

The Crimson Scale King's eyes narrowed, and he dared not be careless.

He crossed his arms, his scales standing on end, to take the blow head-on.

Second Soul Skill: Dragon Armor Shield!

The dark red scales instantly doubled in thickness, gleaming with a metallic sheen.

When--!

The palm strike landed on the arm, producing a crisp, metallic clang.

The Crimson Scale King felt a sudden weight on his arm, a tremendous force pressing down on him, and his feet involuntarily sank into the ground.

Click--

The ground of the Xuan Tie arena shattered instantly, and his feet were slammed into the ground up to his ankles.

"Well--"

He grunted, veins bulging on his arm, as he withstood the blow.

So heavy!

The palm strike was ridiculously powerful, and it was also accompanied by eerie lightning, constantly eroding his Soul Power defense.

Before he could recover, Bai Yushan's second move had already arrived.

He twisted his waist and crossed his steps, turned his body, and raised his knee sharply, slamming it into the Crimson Scale King's chest.

The Wind Whittles the Broken Halberd!

The tip of his knee, crackling with black and red electricity, pressed precisely against the dantian (lower abdomen).

Bang!

The Crimson Scale King groaned, feeling a tightness in his chest and a surge of blood and qi.

He tried to back away, but his feet were stuck in the ground and he couldn't pull them out for a while.

Bai Yushan's attacks were seamlessly coordinated.

His left fist followed immediately, crackling with lightning.

Shattered Horn, Scattered Clouds!

A punch landed squarely on the Crimson Scale King's shoulder.

Click--

The scales on his shoulder armor shattered instantly, and blood splattered everywhere.

Crimson Scale King cried out in pain, roared, and with a sudden jerk of its shoulder, it broke free from the ground, its left claw sweeping out with a powerful gust of wind.

Third Soul Skill: Earth-Rending Claw!

Three dark red claw-like beams shot out from the sky, carrying a force capable of tearing everything apart, heading straight for Bai Yushan's body.

A flash of electricity appeared at the foot of Bai Yushan, and then, in an instant, Lightning Flash Step!

He instantly shifted three feet to the side, dodging the claw strike.

The claw-like blade grazed his body before slamming into the arena floor, creating three deep furrows.

Almost simultaneously, Bai Yushan closed in.

The two instantly became entangled in combat.

Fists, claws, elbows, knees—every move is aimed at vital points.

The dark red dragon scales and the blackish-red electric arcs collided repeatedly, producing a hissing sound and sparks flying everywhere.

The more the Crimson Scale King fought, the more alarmed he became.

He had been famous for many years, experienced countless battles, and his close combat experience was ingrained in his very bones. But the young man before him was no less ruthless in his moves, as fluid in his transitions, or as fast in his reactions.

Moreover, that electric current was extremely tricky; with each impact, it would drill into his meridians along the wound, numbing him to the point that his movements slowed down by even a fraction.

After only a few dozen moves, he had several wounds on his body.

Blood flowed down the scales, staining the arena floor red.

"Ah--!"

The Crimson Scale King roared fiercely, his Soul Power surging.

Fourth Soul Skill: Dragon Flame Breath!

He suddenly tilted his head back, opened his mouth and spewed out a dark red, dragon-shaped flame, carrying scorching heat, which rushed towards Bai Yushan.

Wherever the flames passed, even the air was distorted by the heat.

The area is so vast that there is nowhere to hide.

A gasp of surprise erupted from the audience.

Bai Yushan's eyes narrowed.

Lightning Escape: Lightning Armor!

Black and red lightning instantly covered his entire body, forming an impenetrable lightning armor.

The dragon flames sizzled as they struck the lightning armor, but were constantly neutralized by the electric arcs, unable to penetrate it at all.

Flames atop the Bai Yushan, take a step forward.

Thunder Dragon's Iron Fist!

He raised his right fist high, and black and red lightning condensed wildly, resembling the fist of a thunder dragon.

It slammed down from above, crashing down on the Crimson Scale King's head.

"Old man... your purity is too low!"

A torrent of lightning crashed down, accompanied by Bai Yushan's roar.

The Crimson Scale King's pupils shrank sharply; it was too late to dodge.

He could only cross his arms and exert all his strength to activate the Dragon Armor Shield.

Boom--!!

A fist slammed into an arm with a deafening roar.

The Crimson Scale King felt an overwhelming force pressing down on him, and his arm bones groaned in pain from the unbearable strain.

His knees buckled, and he collapsed to his knees on the ring with a thud.

The arena floor cracked open from him, with countless fissures extending outwards for more than ten meters.

Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth onto the ground.

Such a heavy blow!

Such incredible power!

How could this junior possibly possess such formidable power?!

Arms trembling, knees shattered...

Everything seemed to indicate that he was destined to fail...

But... but!

How could I accept such a humiliating defeat?!

The Crimson Scale King roared madly in his heart.

When did you forget?

When exactly did I forget what it felt like to be an underground boxer?

Is it because he has achieved great success and secured his position as the number one Gold Rank?

Is it because his Soul Power broke through to the Soul King that heroes from all directions came to befriend him?

Have I forgotten how, with no resources and no connections, I started as a dockworker at the very bottom of the docks, enduring beatings and hunger, vowing to break free from fate with my own two iron fists?

No!

I haven't forgotten!

The Crimson Scale King's bones and blood were screaming, his veins were roaring, and the blood in his entire body seemed to be burning.

Back when he had three ribs broken at the dock, coughing up blood but still getting up and pinning his opponent to the ground; when he fought his first underground boxing match, getting beaten black and blue, but gritting his teeth and fighting back with the last punch; when he defeated the Soul Ancestor for the first time, standing on the ring with his arm raised, and thousands cheering from below...

Scenes flashed through my mind.

He has never relied on any Dragon Clan bloodline or any extraordinary talent to get to where he is today.

It's all thanks to that indomitable spirit!

It relies on a ruthless spirit that refuses to back down, even if it means dying in the ring!

"Boy! I am the Crimson Scale King of Skysea City!"

A deafening roar erupted from the Crimson Scale King's throat, carrying a hoarse, metallic quality.

His blood seemed to be burning and glowing, and the veins bulged beneath his crimson scales, instantly boosting the level of his Martial Soul Possession.

The scales that had originally covered the skin now bulged out in layers, and the arms had completely transformed into dragon claws, with the claws extending several inches and becoming as sharp as knives. The dragon-shaped phantom behind the arm became increasingly solid, and there was even a phantom of a dragon tail covered in scales slowly swaying behind it, carrying a heavy sense of oppression.

Fifth Soul Skill: Crimson Scale Dragon's Wrath!

The ultimate burst of power, achieved by burning his Soul Power, was now pushed to its limit.

There was nothing left unsaid, nothing left to prepare.

Even if he has to be bedridden for half a year after the match, he absolutely must win this one!

Before the roar had even faded, the Crimson Scale King's figure had already shot out.

It was twice as fast as before, leaving a trail of dark red afterimages, and even the air sizzled from the friction of the dragon scales.

Dragon Scale Crushing Strike!

The right claw swept out diagonally with a tearing sound, three claw beams spreading out in a fan shape, blocking all angles of evasion.

His left fist followed closely behind, enveloped in a thick layer of Soul Power, heading straight for Bai Yushan's face.

At the same time, he slightly bent his knees, ready to strike, waiting for the moment his opponent dodged before thrusting forward.

All three moves were executed simultaneously, with no particular order, demonstrating a purely combative style.

Bai Yushan's eyes narrowed as he stood in mid-air.

That old man, he's got some skills.

He suddenly exerted force with his waist and abdomen, twisting his body in mid-air, and pressed his right hand down in the process.

Thunder Dragon's Iron Fist!

The fist slammed down fiercely against the claw-like blade.